Nightstorm

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest...well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits And I too can feel the power here where I stand as lightning Flashes and reveals the silhouettes of the undead walking these Cursed and sacred grounds and as the thunder rolls it almost Drowns out the drums echoing sounds...I take refuge at St. Mary’s Over the way and here in the candlelight is where I'll stay 'til The break of day for I know I'll be safe here until the Nightstorm Ends although I too shake as violent as the walls bend from The furious winds and the Zombies trying to get in but I have Faith in the Lady and that she'll keep me safe from them and This ominous Nightstorm as when dark turns into light again I'll just have to ride out this Nightstorm a couple more hours and See this nightmare to the end!